Firefly Ravine We'll never let you go

Cute. The way he boyishly mumbles around a mouthful is too fucking cute he just wants to lick him all over. 
"Thanks. Maybe we can hunt sometime." He offers, a throaty note suggesting that they might be playing a game of "find the rabbit" eventually. 
He pads back to the water, eyes searching for a moment before he finds what he's looking for. 
"Watch this." A boulder, with a crevice underneath it. He sticks his paw in and pulls out a large catfish biting his leg, nearly the size of his head. He grabs a whisker and slowly drags it to shore, gulping and grunting. 
"Now how's that for a meal?" He crows.